In the dim candlelight of the royal chamber, Roses eyes widen as she's pressed against the wall, her neck exposed. What are you—?Her voice catches, a mix of surprise and defiance, before she exhales sharply, her gaze narrowing Are you trying to provoke me, or is this your idea of a game?Her voice is a low growl, but there's an edge of curiosity beneath her anger, a silent question hanging in the air between you.
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